Mistress Torture

Mistress Torture
How Madame LaLaurie Turned Her New Orleans Mansion Into A House Of Horrors
By Katie Serena | Checked By John Kuroski
Katie Serena is a New York City-based writer and a staff writer at All That's Interesting.
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In 1834, at the mansion at 1140 Royal Street in the French Quarter of New Orleans, a fire broke out. The neighbors rushed out to help, offering to pour water on the flames and help the family evacuate. However, when they arrived, they noticed that Madame LaLaurie, the woman of the house seemed to be alone.
A mansion without slaves seemed shocking and a group of locals took it upon themselves to search LaLaurie Mansion.
Wikimedia Commons When firefighters entered Madame LaLaurie’s mansion, they found her enslaved workers, some of them horribly mutilated yet still alive while others were dead and simply left to decompose.
What they found would forever change the public’s perception of Madame Marie Delphine LaLaurie, once known as a respectable member of society, and now known as the Savage Mistress of New Orleans.
The rumors have muddied the facts throughout the years, but there are a few details that have stood the test of time.
First, the group of locals found the slaves in the attic. Second, they had clearly been tortured.
Uncorroborated reports from eyewitnesses claim that there were at least seven slaves, beaten, bruised, and bloodied to within an inch of their lives, their eyes gouged out, skin flayed, and mouths filled with excrement and then sewn shut.
One particularly disturbing report claimed there was a woman whose bones had been broken and reset so that she resembled a crab, and that another woman was wrapped in human intestines. The witness also claimed that there were people with holes in their skulls, and wooden spoons near them that would be used to stir their brains.
Wikimedia Commons Witnesses said that some of Madame LaLaurie’s enslaved workers had their eyes gouged out, skin flayed off, or mouths filled with excrement and then sewn shut.
There were other rumors that there were dead bodies in the attic as well, their corpses mutilated beyond recognition, their organs not all intact or inside their bodies.
Some say there were only a handful of bodies; others claimed there were over 100 victims. Either way, it cemented Madame LaLaurie’s reputation as one of the most brutal women in history.
However, Madame LaLaurie was not always sadistic.
She was born Marie Delphine McCarty in 1780 in New Orleans to an affluent white Creole family. Her family had moved from Ireland to then-Spanish-controlled Louisiana a generation before her, and she was only the second generation to be born in America.
She married three times and had five children, whom she was said to attend to lovingly. Her first husband was a Spaniard named Don Ramon de Lopez y Angulo, a Caballero de la Royal de Carlos — a high-ranking Spanish officer. The pair had one child together, a daughter, before his untimely death in Havana while en route to Madrid.
Four years after Don Ramon’s death, Delphine remarried, this time to a Frenchman named Jean Blanque. Blanque was a banker, lawyer, and legislator, and was almost as affluent in the community as Delphine’s family had been. Together, they had four children, three daughters, and one son.
After his death, Delphine married her third and final husband, a much younger doctor named Leonard Louis Nicolas LaLaurie. He was not often present in her day to day life and mostly left his wife to her own devices.
In 1831, Madame LaLaurie purchased a three-story mansion at 1140 Royal Street in the French Quarter.
As many society women did at the time, Madame LaLaurie kept slaves. Most of the city was shocked at how polite she was to them, showing them kindness in public and even manumitting two of them in 1819 and 1832. However, soon rumors began to spread that the politeness exhibited in public may have been an act.
Though New Orleans had laws (unlike most of the southern states) that “protected” slaves from unusually cruel punishments, the conditions at the LaLaurie mansion were far from adequate.
Wikimedia Commons The scene at LaLaurie mansion was so horrifying that a mob soon chased after Madame LaLaurie and drove her straight out of town.
There were rumors that she kept her 70-year-old cook chained to the stove, starving. There were others that she was keeping secret slaves for her doctor husband to practice Haitian voodoo medicine on. There were other reports that her cruelty extended to her daughters who she would punish and whip if they tried to help the slaves in any way.
Two of the reports are on record as being true.
One, that a man was so scared of punishment that he threw himself out of a third-story window, choosing to die rather than be subjected to Madame LaLaurie’s torture.
The third story window was then cemented shut and is still visible today.
The other report concerned a 12-year-old slave girl named Lia. As Lia was brushing Madame LaLaurie’s hair, she pulled a little too hard, causing LaLaurie to fly into a rage and whip the girl. Like the young man before her, the young girl climbed out onto the roof, leaping to her death.
Witnesses saw LaLaurie burying the girl’s corpse, and police were forced to fine her $300 and make her sell nine of her slaves. Of course, they all looked the other way when she purchased them all back.
After Lia’s death, the locals began to doubt LaLaurie even more than they already were, so when the fire broke out, no one was surprised that her slaves were the last to be found — though there was nothing that could prepare them for what they found.
After the slaves were released from the burning building, a mob of almost 4000 angry townspeople ransacked the home, smashing the windows and tearing down doors until almost nothing remained but the outside walls.
Though the house still stands on the corner of Royal Street, the whereabouts of Madame LaLaurie are still unknown. After the dust settled, the woman and her driver were missing, assumed to have fled to Paris. However, there was no word of her ever making it to Paris. Her daughter claimed to have received letters from her, though no one had ever seen them.
Wikimedia Commons The victims of Madame LaLaurie were buried on the property and are said to haunt the grounds to this day. Even after two centuries, locals refuse to call LaLaurie mansion by her name, referring to it simply as the “Haunted House.”
In the late 1930s, an old, cracked copper plate was found in New Orleans’ Saint Louis Cemetery bearing the name “LaLaurie, Madame Delphine McCarty,” LaLaurie’s maiden name.
The inscription on the plaque, in French, claims that Madame LaLaurie died in Paris on December 7, 1842. However, the mystery remains alive, as other records located in Paris claim that she died in 1849.
Despite the plaque and the records, it was widely believed that while LaLaurie made it to Paris, she came back to New Orleans under a new name and continued her reign of terror.
To this day, the body of Madame Marie Delphine LaLaurie has never been found.
After learning about Madame Delphine LaLaurie, read about Marie Laveau, New Orleans’ voodoo queen . Then, check out these famous serial killers .

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Some Personal Reflections on the Hidden Torture Farm Event August 2015

I am the personal slave and property of Madame Catarina and in August this year I was allowed the honour of serving my Mistress and Owner at the Hidden Torture Farm event. What follows is an extract from my slave diary.

I awoke early the next dayЕor rather I got out of my leather sack as I did not really sleep, tormented as I was with thoughts of Madame Catarina happily working her way through the contents of her dungeon on my all too willing body.

I should point out at this point that descriptions of the events over the days of the Hidden Torture Farm Event will be very sketchy indeed. So much has happened and Madame Catarina has instructed me to write a fuller account at a later date. The descriptions for the next few days I am sure will only scratch the surface.

Suffice to say that today was the big day and it was off to the Hidden Torture Farm that morning. After a final check that everything was in order Madame Catarina placed me back into the chastity device .In a strange way it was a relief as I no longer had to rely solely on the internal chastity device that passes for my brain. Before long it was time to load Madame CatarinaТs car and set off. Madame Catarina was in high spirits with the prospect of so many new (and old) slaves to train and torture.

On arrival at the farm Madame Catarina gave me a guided tour. If you can imagine your favourite movie star giving you a personal guided tour of your favourite movie setsЕwell that doesnТt even come close to the excitement and elation I felt.

Soon it was back to work and I was soon in the Hidden Torture Farm dungeon and laying out Madame CatarinaТs equipment ready for the arrival of Lady Stella and a bit later the arrival of the first СguestsТ.

My head was spinning at the array of different instruments of torture on display and I was thankful for the chastity device. I am not sure my mind alone could have hidden my excitement.

I was introduced to the beautiful Lady Stella and greeted her appropriately in the slave manner and very soon I was taken to the Tack Room-where in between my personal slave duties of making sure both Mistresses were comfortable, had plenty of cool drinks and good food I was to clean all of the equipment and outfits once was used.

As I worked in the closed room I could just hear the anguished cries of slaves as Madame Catarina and Lady Stella trained the inmates of the Hidden Torture farm. Needless to say both Ladies appeared devastatingly beautiful each time they brought me their used items and outfits for cleaning and both Ladies exuded a vibrant energy which I knew meant they were both thoroughly enjoying using and tormenting their slaves

Later in the evening I was allowed to serve at table as the Ladies enjoyed a barbecue whilst elsewhere locked in the cellars the СguestsТ dined on something more fitting to their status. I was lucky to be allowed to dine on the Ladies left overs and as I made my way to my new dungeon bed I thought how lucky I was to serve such wonderful Mistresses and what a pity everyday could not be a special event at the Hidden Torture Farm.

Needless to say I struggled to sleep once more Е.

In the morning I had an unexpected awakening. It seemed that Madame Catarina and Lady Stella had been discussing activities the previous evening and had decided that they would like a Sulky race. A Sulky is a one person carriage often used for racing and Madame Catarina had commissioned her own special racing chariot for human ponies. It seemed for some reason that I am not privy to a СguestТ was not able to compete in the competition and so it was that I was the next best thing.

I must admit I was a bit phased by this and a little bit apprehensive. As anyone who has read this blog before can testify I do not have the stature of an Olympian (to put it mildly) although Madame Catarina is working on this. Just take a look at my previous post and the picture of my big fat butt (Day Four) whilst cleaning Madame CatarinaТs car if you donТt believe me.

To be honest if I could I would bet against myself in any race of this kind and just as I was getting my head around my new role as a human pony Madame Catarina texted to tell me there would be a forfeit for the loser.

The Ladies drew lots to see who would get which slave and who would go first. Lady Stella drew me and I would go first with Lady Stella in the sulky. The race was 10 circuits of the farmyard and Madame Catarina timed our efforts with a stopwatch. It was then the turn of Madame Catarina and the other slave and luckily he gave permission to be photographed. Lady Stella held the stopwatch and I managed to get a couple of passable photos on my smartphone. Much to my surprise and dismay his time was slower than mine. I was upset that my Mistress had lost but she took it all in good humour, saying that she could torture me anytime she wished and it was fun to have a new toy to play with.

Lady Stella and Madame Catarina got to work on the hapless slave and I was allowed to take a few photos before he was taken into the dungeon and I returned to the Tack Room to start my cleaning once more. I had mixed feelings about winning the race; obviously I was upset that I had caused Madame Catarina to lose, but I also felt both regret and relief that it is was not me who was dragged off to the dungeon. But, I am sure my time will come one day!

Obviously this was not a movie or photo shoot so there this is only one example of the kind of thing that was happening. My duties kept me away from most of the activities and I did not see much of the activities taking place at the farmЕalthough I worked constantly to the accompaniment of moans, yelps and groans in the background.

Once again I cooked and served the Ladies their evening meal and was then dismissed to clean and tidy the dungeon before zipping myself into my leather sack on the dungeon floor. I could hear Madame CatarinaТs and Lady StellaТs laughter ring around the farm late into the evening and I wondered whether they had finished torturing slaveТs for the day or whether some poor soul would get an unexpected nightly visit.

I was totally exhausted but still struggled to sleep as the events of the day mixed with my half waking fantasies and my Mistresses cruel laughter. But my chastity device did its job once moreЕЕ

I awoke from a troubled sleepЕdo I mean troubled? Probably not! Let me put it this wayЕif anybody is familiar with the Fantastic Four and Mr FantasticЕ..the stretchy oneЕwell he has got nothing on my cock. I knew something did not feel right with my chastity device so taking my phone for use as a light I took a peak. Such was my excitement in the night that my balls had moved forward a good couple of inches (about 6cms) taking the cock ring that held my device in place with them. Obviously there was no chance of slipping out of the device but it was quite startling to see how determined the little fellow (or not so little fellow was).

So my sleep was not so much troubled as over excited.

I tried to get back to sleep but really struggled as visions of Madame Catarina filled my head. This was not helped by the proximity of her wonderful devices of torture in the dungeon and the knowledge that I was surrounded by other slaves locked away in the cells or tethered in the stables; of course my chastity device and my total immersion in Madame CatarinaТs slavery only added to my excitability. I tried to piece together how I had arrived hereЕand if anyone is interested they can start reading this blog from the very beginning so I wonТt go into it now.

But it does seem that throughout my journey in to Madame CatarinaТs slavery just as I feel my devotion and Madame CatarinaТs ownership have reached their zenith another deeper level emerges and I desperately want to move deeper and deeper into her slavery regardless of anything and everything else. This was another one of those moments.

In the morning and with the dungeon clean and equipment prepared there was little for me to do after preparing the morning coffee and a light breakfast for Madame Catarina and Lady Stella as they were out kidnapping some suspecting victim.

Before the Mistresses return a text from Madame Catarina instructed me to take my position in the Tack Room and await instructions. In due course the Mistresses outfits and equipment was presented for cleaning and once these items were cleaned to the satisfaction of both Mistresses I was instructed to pack all of the equipment and outfits ready for departure.

I waved a fond farewell to the hidden torture farm and long to return againЕsoon. it was such an amazing experience . After unloading the car Madame Catarina told me that one day she will describe to me a few of the sessions for me to write aboutЕI can hardly wait.Madame Catarina told me I could take the evening off to catch up on my business interests in the UK.Еbut I had to remember the early start in the morning to prepare the dungeon for a sessionЕand my mind began to race once moreЕit is not easy to concentrate on spreadsheets when there are whips to be cleaned and leather to be polishedЕ..

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